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Have a Donut and Forgo the Clichés


Dear Friends,
How about them Broncos?!? In honor of the Super Bowl 50 champs I have decided to see how many sports cliché’s I can string together for you this morning (let’s see how many you can spot)... I’m no Monday morning quarterback, but when the ball was in our court, we answered the bell. Sure, the Panthers talk a good game, and the media were blowing their chances out-of-proportion, but the Broncos didn’t pull any punches and showed the haters we are on a league all our own. Our Broncos are living proof offense wins games but defense wins championships. It was a team effort which further showed us there is no “i” in “team”. The Broncos are all team players who kept their eye on the ball and never forgot football is a game of inches. I think we can all take a page from their playbook and the next time we’re facing fourth and long, use the inspiration to hit a home run.
On any given Friday, we’ve all heard donuts are not deserved, donuts are made. This morning Dunkin Donuts came to play. There were no Broncos-themed donuts, so we’ve mixed-up the playbook and shows us a different look. You’re going to love these valentine’s donuts (and donut holes to boot!). So grab the bull by the horns and go for the gold, this is one baton you’re not going to want to pass. And remember, it’s not over until the fat lady sings.
Happy Friday!
Another amazing Broncos sunset last night

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